Midnight thoughts on Poetry

Midnight thoughts on Poetry

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"Fear" I dreamed a dream that held such fear, Such fear that everything i hold would disappear, Such agony and witless hate Behold this dream, now i'm awake! They came with cold hard hands and guns, Hundreds, Thousands, marching phantoms in leather boots. They're far away, not for us, but oh! So close. The fear inside threatens to grow to epic proportions Are they coming here? What will we do? Where will we go?
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Nightmare had been suffering with deep depression for his entire life. And when I say ENTIRE, I mean entire life. Though, it'd been getting worse with each passing day till suddenly the overwhelming, hurting, uncontrollable feeling of wanting to disappear just stopped bothering him. The feeling became numb. Then empty. Till suddenly it was the only thing that'd make him happiest. The feeling of death, The pain The emptiness It all made him want it. To know what it felt like. Nightmare wanted to die. So much

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